Isaias ended the call and turned to find his twin brother, Icarus, who was restraining David by covering his mouth. Isaias approached them casually, engrossed in his mobile phone.
"Gosh... You've got quite the set of pipes, huh? You startled our queen with your screaming. Can't you hold your tongue for a while?" Isaias asked irritably, his deadpan glare piercing through David, who had tears streaming down his face and numerous bruises on his body, indicating he had been severely beaten.As Icarus released David, the latter fell to the floor."Tut... Tut... He's made a mess of my hands," Isaias complained, shaking his hand as if it were tainted. He then took a tissue to clean his hands meticulously."We should teach him a lesson for startling our queen, shouldn't we?" Icarus suggested, his gaze meeting Isaias's, who sported a mischievous smirk on his lips.Isaias squatted down to David's level and yanked him up by his hair, causing David to scream in pain."What should we do with you?" Isaias asked, his demeanor menacing."You know what the pack leader did. You've been around him all the time. What did you do to get yourself fired? Did you try to get your hands on his funds or something? You know, David, I pity you. You showed loyalty to him, but what did you get in return? Nothing, right? Or... did he pay you a hefty sum to keep quiet?" Isaias interrogated David, whose eyes widened, displaying a range of emotions."You guessed it right, Icarus... The pack leader paid him off," Isaias remarked, shoving David aside. He walked away after delivering a forceful kick to David's stomach, causing the latter to groan in pain."That's called psychology, Brother," Icarus proudly stated."Lock him up in the darkroom. Starve him to death, and don't even give him water," Icarus ordered a man who stood there motionless.The extent of their power was evident. Despite leaving the pack twenty years ago, they still held significant influence, as demonstrated by their ability to kidnap members with important positions. It suggested that someone with an influence equal to that of the Pack Leader might be assisting them from within the pack.David was forcibly taken away by the man following Icarus's orders, despite his desperate pleas to be released.It was the same old factory where they had previously detained two other kidnapped individuals. In the eerie silence, the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears."Did you invite someone?" Icarus inquired, but Isaias shook his head. Soon, a young man stood before them, glaring at the twins."You two... Mixed blood... How dare you use our old factory for your dirty work?" the newcomer accused, pointing directly at Icarus and Isaias. Annoyance filled the twins' eyes as they rolled them in response."If you'd asked, I could've arranged a place in the city center. You know, you could be a real threat there," Joseph Martinez said with a creepy smile."You're so generous, Joseph Martinez. But don't you realize that you'll become the pack leader's enemy if he finds out about your assistance?" Icarus inquired."I don't mind. I despise him. Even if they kick me out of the pack, I don't care," Joseph replied, shrugging his shoulders."You sick bastard," Isaias commented, making a disgusted face."What about you, buddy? Don't you two crave blood and flesh? You two aren't saints either," Joseph smirked, his tone mocking."Whatever. Where's Uncle? Does he know we're using the factory? He's a law-abiding citizen, and he doesn't like going against pack rules," Icarus inquired, his expression serious."He's with your dad, catching up on their old days. He abandoned this factory a long time ago. It's under my control now, so don't worry. You can use it as much as you want," Joseph assured Icarus, patting his shoulder. They walked out of the factory."Wanna have some fun at the bar?" Joseph suggested."Sure, why not?" Isaias smirked."But we shouldn't expose ourselves too much. We can't alert them, not until we know every detail," Icarus cautioned."Then let's head to my private bar. There will be very few people who don't know you two. Don't worry; it's quite safe there as well," Joseph suggested.The twins hummed in agreement, and they departed for Joseph's private bar, eager for a change of scenery. Driving their cars, they reached their destination soon.In the dimly lit corner of the city, nestled away from the bustling streets, there existed the Private Bar owned by Joseph. It was a place shrouded in mystique, known only to a select few who had earned the privilege to enter its hallowed doors. This establishment was not like the crowded, noisy bars that dotted the city; it was an intimate haven, the brainchild of a single individual who craved a different kind of nightlife. They walked in. The twin's eyes wandered around noticing everything.Joseph had carefully curated every detail of the bar, from the plush leather armchairs to the vintage whiskey selection that adorned the mahogany shelves. Only those fortunate enough to receive a coveted invitation from Joseph himself could step into this exclusive world.“You are such a rich bastard, aren't you?” Isaias said, looking around.“Thanks to my dad. I can open a few bars like this around the city.” Joseph shrugged his shoulders.Inside, the atmosphere was one of sophistication and refinement. The low hum of conversation filled the air as a handful of patrons savored their drinks in hushed tones. Candlelight flickered softly, casting a warm glow upon the faces of those lucky enough to secure a seat. The bartender, a skilled mixologist, was a silent observer, ready to craft the perfect cocktail to match each guest's desires.This Private Bar of Joseph was not just a place for socializing; it was a sanctuary where people came to escape the chaos of the outside world. Here, the outside world's troubles seemed to fade away as patrons reveled in the feeling of being a part of an elite circle. Conversations were held in whispers, secrets exchanged discreetly, and the bond among the few regulars was unbreakable.It was not about the number of patrons but the quality of their presence. In Joseph's private bar, it wasn't the number of patrons that mattered, but the richness of the experience that left an indelible mark on those fortunate enough to enter its exclusive realm.In the dimly lit corner of a cozy bar, Joseph found the perfect spot for himself and his twin friends, Icarus and Isaias. The bar was alive with laughter and chatter, but here, they could have their own space, away from the prying eyes and the cacophony of the world.Joseph hailed the bartender, a burly man with a friendly smile, and ordered three glasses of their favorite liquors. As the bartender poured the amber liquid into the glasses, Joseph looked at Icarus and Isaias with a warm smile. "Cheers, my buddies," he said, raising his glass."Cheers," Icarus and Isaias replied in unison, clinking their glasses with Joseph's. Icarus, the elder of the twins by a mere five minutes, took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant. "You remember the time we visited this city with Mom, right?" he asked, a wistful smile playing on his lips.Isaias nodded, his gaze mirroring his brother's nostalgia. "Of course. How could I forget? It was one of the best times of our li
Dareen had always been a man of opulence, and his mansion reflected his grandeur. It stood as a testament to his success, with its towering columns and sprawling gardens. Inside, the marble floors gleamed, and the chandeliers cast a soft, warm glow, giving the mansion an air of both elegance and nostalgia.“Sir... Someone called Blake Martinez comes to see you.” One of the servants informed him. Dareen received an unexpected visitor. He never expected that his old friend would come to meet him. “Direct him to my study...” Dareen said He was sitting in his study, engrossed in a stack of paperwork, when the door swung open. He looked up, and there, standing in the doorway, was Blake Martinez, a long-lost friend from his past."Dareen?" Blake exclaimed, his eyes widening with disbelief. "Is that really you?"Dareen rose from his chair, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Blake! It's been twenty years, buddy. I can't believe you're here."The two old friends embraced, a surge of emotio
They walked in silence for a while, the only sounds being the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the garden, Dareen spoke again."You know, Blake, I never really said goodbye to Hannah properly. When I left this city, I was consumed by grief and the need to protect my sons. I never had the chance to visit her gallery and tell her how much I loved her and how much I missed her. I didn't have a proper burial for her."Blake placed a hand on Dareen's shoulder. "Maybe it's not too late, Dareen. You can still visit her gallery and say your goodbyes. I'm sure she would appreciate it. It's all their fault. They were consumed by darkness. That's why they forgot the pureness of the moon goddess."Dareen's eyes shimmered as he looked at his friend. "You're right, Blake. I don't think I can seek justice for Hannah without any evidence. I can't go against the pack leader either. But being here ca
The hushed conversation between Dareen and Blake was interrupted by the resonant sound of the mansion's heavy wooden doors swinging open. In walked two young men, their presence commanding attention as they crossed the threshold of the living room. Icarus and Isaias had returned home after having liquor with Joseph.Icarus, the elder of the two, possessed a tall, imposing frame, his physique carved by years of rigorous training. His jet-black hair, reminiscent of his father's, framed a chiselled face with sharp, intelligent eyes that mirrored his father's intellect. Isaias, the younger brother, stood just a shade shorter, his lean figure exuding an air of quiet confidence. His eyes, a warm shade of hazel, held a spark of mischief that set him apart from his brother who had eyes of Hazel with blue flecks. Only those who knew them well could set them apart. Blake was awestruck seeing the twin. The last time he had seen Icarus and Isaias, they had been children, barely reaching his wais
The maids served the food elegantly as if they were practised for their lifetime to serve their masters. Dareen raised his glass, filled with deep red wine, in a toast. "To family and friendship." As Dareen said, they chuckled. "So cringey... Dad..." Isaias joked. "You ungrateful brat..." Dareen glared at his son. Again the little laughter filled the room."Okay, okay... No more Melodrama anymore. Let's have dinner." Blake said. The clinking of glasses and the chorus of "hear, hear" echoed through the room as they raised their glasses and took a sip, sealing their commitment to one another.The dinner that followed was a culinary masterpiece. The aroma of carefully prepared dishes filled the air, and the conversation flowed as smoothly as the wine. They discussed shared memories, the joys and tribulations of parenthood, and the unique challenges of a father who had twins to take care of. Icarus and Isaias, despite their imposing presence, proved to be engaging conversationalists.
In the duskily lit streets of the city, the clock had just struck ten. The scent of chocolate hung thick in the air as Isaias stood outside the quaint little chocolate shop that was about to close. The shop's owner, Mr. Reynolds, had been about to close up for the night when Isaias had arrived, determined to satisfy his little princess's unsatisfied heart. "Excuse me, sir. I need chocolates. Can you pack me some?" Isaias asked politely. "Sorry, sir, but we're closing for the night," Mr. Reynolds had politely informed him.But Isaias had an aura that would suppress anyone. "Please sir, just a box of chocolates. My princess wants Chocolate right now. You know I can't just leave it when she showed some interest in chocolate," he implored, his dark eyes flashing a hint of arrogance."But, Sir..." Mr. Reynolds's words were cut off by Isaias's words, "Money is not a matter. I want chocolates. I hope you won't disappoint your late-night customer." Isaias spread his oppressive pheromones m
As she reached for a chocolate, Isaias couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction after a long time. His and his twin's plan had worked perfectly so far. They sat on a bench in the park. A gentle night breeze brushed against her pale complex, sending a tingling sensation to her core.Amethysta took the chocolate, licking it and tasting it slowly. Without caring about the surroundings, Amethysta was tasting the chocolate and moaning whenever the chocolate melted because of her tongue's heat. Seeing her, Isaias couldn't help but want to kiss those rosy lips, tasting them till he was satisfied. But he held back his desire, controlling his nerves to pop out. As the wind flew, The sweet small hit Amethysta's nose, making her jolt up. She looked around to find the source of the smell but little did she know that Isaias was the source. When she felt the familiarity, she looked at Isaias while her eyes went wide. She forgot to use the artificial pheromones. Icarus was going to find her
As the sun shone across the sky, casting shadows across the college campus, Patrick watched his daughter, Amethysta, step out of the car with a backpack slung over her shoulder. He couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and agony as he prepared to leave her behind. He was proud because his daughter had grown up very well into a fine woman. Making his human daughter attend the college which is filled with werewolves having notable sub-genders. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with your bag, sweetheart?" Patrick asked, his voice tinged with a father's concern.Amethysta shook her head, her long, dark hair swaying with the motion. "I've got it, Dad. You have got work. So please, you go and do your work."Patrick smiled, his eyes glistening with emotion. "You're all grown up now. How beautifully has my little daughter grown up? Just remember to call me if you need anything, okay?" Patrick wiped his fake tears being dramatic. Amethysta nodded with a chuckle, and they exchanged